Nova

Nephilim walk among us. Descendants of Angels who just want to live their lives without humans knowing they exist. Some of them anyway. Then there are the ones who want to rule over us. Like in the days of old they want to be considered our gods. My name is Nova Quinn. Im a photographer...and human. Well I was. Now Im fighting for my life. I wasnt supposed to survive but I did. Caught in a world where superhuman abilities are normal its hard enough trying to get a grip on this new reality. But when the other side shows up and wants to use my genetics for their experiments suddenly its no longer enough to know Nephilim exist - I have to be one. My name is Nova Quinn. And Im the created Nephilim.